"I'd like a room please," Nick tells the front desk clerk. The old lady give both of us a look over and purse her lips then rolls her eyes.
"ID please," she tells us, "both of you," she looks at me.
"Mine's in the car, I'll be right back," I tell Nick, smiling at the lady.
I come back and the lady is defeated, she really didn't think I had one, but I showed her! She gives my drivers license back with a roll of the eyes and watches me as Nick fills out the paperwork.
"What's the license plate, Grace?" he asks.
My mouth drops and my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I turn around so the lady won't be able to read my lips, "My mom and dad are gonna know if the car is missing," I whisper yell.
"Shit," he says.
"And I have school tomorrow, their gonna know if I skip another day," I add.
"So now you’re saying you want to go home?"
I hang my head, "No, I don't. I just don't want to get in trouble, again," I mumble.
"Are you two gonna get this show on the road or what?" the old lady demands.
We both look at her, annoyed and turn back around to finish our conversation; "I'll call them," I get to the conclusion.
"Are you sure?" he asks, second guessing my statement.
"I don't know what I'm gonna say to them, but yeah, I'm sure," I tell him, nodding my head then smiling.
"Are you done now?" the old fart asks, her lips pursed.
Nick hands her the paperwork and his credit card. In a few more seconds we have our key and are checking into the room on the second floor.
"Well, at least the rooms are nicer than the front desk," I say, as he turns the light on and closes the door behind us.
"That bed looks so comfortable," he purrs in my ear.
"Looks like the one that Mr. Lark almost raped me on," I say, turning in his arms.
The tears start streaming and Nick sighs, "Gracie, it's okay, I'm here," he tries to sooth me.
I stay in his arms for a few seconds waiting till all my tears come out and then I wipe my eyes, "I'm okay," I tell him.
"Sure?" he asks, still holding me.
"Positive," I say and lean up to press my lips to his.
His hands trail down to my butt and he hikes my legs up around his waist to walk us towards the bed. He lies down on me and trails his lips down my neck as I stretch my neck so he'll have enough room.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and instead, wrap my arms around his back to pull his shirt up and over his head. I trail one finger up his back to the back of his head as his lips find mine again. His right hand trails up under my shirt from the hem of my pants to my breast and he unbuttons my bra. Since its strapless he just pulls it off and throws it on the floor and pulls my shirt up and over my head. The cold bedspread shoots through every nerve on my body as Nick's lips hit every part of my chest; over my nipple, above my breast, down my stomach, in my belly button and then his fingers are trailing down the zipper on my pants. He stands up from the bed and pulls each pant leg off one by one, until their on the floor. He comes to lay back on me but I stand up and watch Nick's eyes smile at me. He doesn't say anything like I suspect him to have, but just watches me as I touch my freezing hand to his stomach and down under his pants and boxers. I pull them both down to the floor and then his hand reaches over to the bed to pull the sheets down, then up to my face and he pushes me back onto the bed. I can feel his penis through my underpants, ejaculation juice smearing all over them. His fingers trail down my back to my butt and he quickly slips them off, his hand cupping my butt cheek. I open my eyes to see him smiling at me and then he kisses my mouth before I can udder a sound. He pushes ever so lightly on his pelvis and that's when the numbness strikes through me. His tongue slips through his mouth onto my lips and I let his tongue enter my mouth. I can feel our nipples touch and his penis enter farther into me. My lips then stop moving and I can't move anything on my body; We're not using a condom. We've always used a condom. What if he gets me pregnant? His sperm is already in me, I could be pregnant . . . I could be pregnant. Nick notices that I haven't moved an inch and his lips pull away from mine;
"What is it?" he asks, subtle but annoyed.
"Condom," I utter.
His shoulders drop, "Fuck," he whispers loud enough that I heard him.
He pulls out of me and rolls over to the other side of the bed, his breathing making me nervous.
"I can't get pregnant," I say.
"I know Grace; don't you think I know that? I've already knocked up one girl, I can't knock you up too," he yells.
"I'm sorry," I mumble.
"Don't," he says, looking over at me then his eyes open wide and he smiles, "my wallet," he says, getting up, baring all that he has in front of me and he searches for his wallet in his pants. I sit up in the bed with the covers up around my chest. He's turned around so that I can see his perfectly molded butt. He turns around with a little round package in his hand and a smile on his face.
"How old is that thing?" I ask, looking at the package, it's torn edges and a small hole in the middle.
"A few months," he says.
"Are you sure it's safe to use?" I ask.
He opens up the package and pulls the condom out, shows me that there isn't any holes in it and I smile at him, biting my bottom lip.
"I gotta pee, babe," he says with no embarrassment and he pads away to the bathroom. I lay back on the pillows and close my eyes, listening to the sound of his pee hit the toilet. I didn't hear him come back out, but in second’s time, the covers are pulled down and his legs are on either side of me and his lips back on mine.
I trail my finger down his stomach as his finger trails down my back. It's as if my fingers have a mind of their own because as soon as I know it, they've trailed up his chest, down his shoulder and are now tangled in his fingers.
"We get to sleep together," I whisper to him, smiling.
"I know," he says and I look up at his face, his smiling beautiful, scruffy face.
I untangle my fingers from his and turn my head onto his shoulder.
"You're such a little dork, Grace," he says, smiling.
"I know," I smile, raising my hand up to his cheek and rubbing my thumb over his little prickles.
"I love your would-be-beard," I say, trailing my hand down his chest and resting it on his heart.
"I love your little freckles," he smiles, rubbing a thumb over my cheeks.
"I love your hair," I say, ruffling his ringlets.
"I love your smile, it makes me smile," he says and I smile, enforcing a smile on his face.
"I love your hands," I say, tracing each of his fingers to the end.
"I love your lips," he purrs, tracing my lips around and around with one finger and then he exchanges his finger for his lips. He slowly rolls back on top of me and spreads his legs over me. I break away from his lips;
"We can't have sex again," I pant.
"Why not? I still have the condom on," he informs me.
"Is that safe?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't it be? It would just like taking a break for a few minutes, which we did and we're going back at it," he says embarrassment ringing in his voice. I kiss his mouth and pull my legs around his waist.
I wake up laced around Nick's body and his head on my shoulder, a little stream of drool down my chest. I look over on the bedside table, the clock reading 8:23 a.m. Good, no excuse to go to school, thank God. It's a shame we don't have any more condoms, it would be nice to feel numb like I did all through last night. I trail my hand down Nick's side making him shiver. I start kissing his neck and his eyes flitter open to land on mine. I smile shyly at him and look down at my wandering hands around his stomach.
"It’s so nice waking up to you," he says, sounding like he cut himself short.
"I’m glad you’re here too," I tell him, scooting closer towards him.
I put my arms around his body and pull him closer to me. I kiss his neck around his collarbone area as he pulls me even closer into him. I watch his eyes close as he cuddles his head into the nook of my shoulder. He lets me kiss his neck for the time being until his hands started rubbing my bare back, so vigorously that I think it almost left imprints of his fingerprints. I let my lips fall from his neck, they travel down his chest where they eventually land. Nick's hands wander from my back to my shoulders where he massages them and eventually get them down and around my breasts. I kiss back up to his lips and he shoves his tongue in my mouth. One of his hands moves down to my thigh and he hikes it around his waist. His other hand that was keeping my breast warm moved slowly and seductively up my side and cupped around my cheek. His kissing became more even and loving instead of sexual and horny. He maneuvers his weight and mine so that he's lying completely on the bed with me on top of him. His lips stop moving and his hands lay securely in the middle of my back. His eyes look deep into mine and a smile plays at his lips;
"You are the cutest damn thing I have ever been around," he says, pulling his large hand into my peripheral vision.
"Your pretty hot yourself, Nick," I tell him, fingering his chest up and down.
He arches his head back and to the side, moaning in the pleasure. I caress his skin back up to his face and hold my hand onto his scruffy cheek. I kiss under his chin and play with his ear and sideburn, disturbing the little hairs up and down.
"Only you can make that feel like magic," he whispers, his face still turned sideways, his lips barely moving.
With my other hand, I reach behind my back and grab one of his hands; I put it on my shoulder blade and lay my head on his shoulder, my face turned towards his neck. I softly kiss his neck once and then close my eyes. I'm almost asleep again when I hear his voice talking;
"Graciebaby," he whispers, almost cooing to me. "Gracie," he smiles, patting my hair. "Come on baby, you've been out for a while," he says softly. "Your little tummy has to be starving," he says in a baby voice, his fingers running through my tangled hair.
"Five more minutes," I grumble.
"Okay, Graciebaby," he says and then I'm dead out again.
Five minutes later and he's cooing at me again, "Let's go have pancakes," he says, trying to move my head to face him.
"Ughhhhhh," I mumble.
"Baby we're not having sex, don't make that noise," he says, then, a little lower, "your turning me back on,". His hand moves down my back and quickly trails my butt, making me shiver then smile. "I know you’re awake, Graciebaby, you can't fool me," he murmurs gently, happy. I don't say anything but lazily trail my hand down his arm. I pat it several times, "What baby? I don't speak Grace, talk to me," he coos. After a few minutes of silence he tells me to talk, again.
"I wanna lay in your arms all day long," I mumble slowly.
"Oh baby, do you know how much of a jerk that makes me feel like?" he asks.
"You’re not a jerk, if anything your the most wonderful person I've ever met," I tell him, still slow.
Our fingers entangle together and I felt a soft peck on my head. His lips move down to my ear and nibbles at it for a while.
"Should we go tell the old lady to give us another night in here?" he asks in my ear, softly.
"I can't miss any more school," I sadly say.
"Yeah, and I can't miss any more work," he agrees. "But, God, do I want to be with you," he murmurs.
"And I with you," I say, quoting some book I read.
"Look at me, Graciebaby, please," he pleads. So I look at him, not because he told me, not because he's being so sweet to me, but because I love him. Our eyes lock and his dimply smile graces his face. "You’re a beaut to see in the morning, my little Grace," he says my name with absolute care and compassion, maybe even love.